Space grey minds – made complicated –
These hotel mind-mansion muddled mud-bloods’ migraines, migrate through marble madness in a world where mirrors set a wide mould...
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Bouquet of the fitting brain,
these silverfishes, odd souls, under glass mass,
forge their separate ways -
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to avid void identities,
paving stone by paving stone, thought by thought,
scar by scar, screen by screen, smelling and selling our spirit...
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Like the gold smoke whispered clouds from her serious clown mouth...
and the deep blue sky night turbulent feeling,
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We’re stone dragging dreamers,
born gutter of the night,
eyes always feeling...
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With roof rows of crimson,
these car attached mannequins,
Wake up where magic meets music -
Strange sheep soft in the glitching hope hearts of these sugar plane crash cities.